Annie Get Your Girl
The morning after Ding-dong-ding-dong. The sound rudely invaded my dreams and woke me. A look at the clock through half-opened eyes told me it was 10.15 in the morning. There was a momentary panic that it was a school-day, then relief as I remembered it was Sunday. I pushed down the duvet and slid one foot off onto the floor as a gesture towards getting up. Immediately the stale smell from my pussy reminded me what had happened earlier that night. Ding-dong-ding-dong. It wasn't going to go...